Uncle Jim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDE FDFFGG HGHG CICJKK FFFFKK FFFFLL FFFFGG FGFGFF F FFFF FMFMCC FKFKK FNFN KOKOCC KOKP QKQKGG FFFFFF FFFFCC CMCMKK A CFFF RCRCFF| 'I got no time fer wasters lad ' sez 'e | A |
| 'Give me a man wiv grit ' sez Uncle Jim | B |
| 'E bores 'is cute ole eyes right into me | C |
| While I stares 'ard an' gives it back to 'im | C |
| Then orl at once 'e grips me 'and in 'is | D |
| 'Some'ow ' 'e sez 'I likes yer ugly phiz ' | E |
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| 'You got a look ' 'e sez 'like you could stay | F |
| Altho' yeh mauls King's English when yeh yaps | D |
| An' 'angs flash frills on ev'rythink yeh say | F |
| I ain't no grammarist meself per'aps | F |
| But langwidge is a 'elp I owns ' sez Unk | G |
| 'When things is goin' crook ' An' 'ere 'e wunk | G |
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| 'Yeh'll find it tough ' 'e sez 'to knuckle down | H |
| Good farmin' is a gift like spoutin' slang | G |
| Yeh'll 'ave to cut the luxuries o' town | H |
| An' chuck the manners of this back street gang | G |
| Fer country life ain't cigarettes and beer ' | - |
| 'I'm game ' I sez Sez Uncle 'Put it 'ere ' | - |
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| Like that I took the plunge an' slung the game | C |
| I've parted wiv them joys I 'eld most dear | I |
| I've sent the leery bloke that bore me name | C |
| Clean to the pack wivout one pearly tear | J |
| An' frum the ashes of a ne'er do well | K |
| A bloomin' farmer's blossomin' like 'ell | K |
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| Farmer That's me Wiv this 'ere strong right 'and | F |
| I've gripped the plough and blistered jist a treat | F |
| Doreen an' me 'as gone upon the land | F |
| Yours truly fer the burden an' the 'eat | F |
| Yours truly fer upendin' chunks o' soil | K |
| The 'ealthy 'ardy 'appy son o' toil | K |
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| I owns I've 'ankered fer me former joys | F |
| I've 'ad me hours o' broodin' on me woes | F |
| I've missed the comp'ny an' I've missed the noise | F |
| The football matches an' the picter shows | F |
| I've missed but say it makes me feel fair mean | L |
| To whip the cat an' then see my Doreen | L |
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| To see the colour comin' in 'er cheeks | F |
| To see 'er eyes grow brighter day be day | F |
| The new glad way she looks an' laughs an' speaks | F |
| Is worf ten times the things I've chucked away | F |
| An' there's a secret whispered in the dark | G |
| 'As made me 'eart sing like a flamin' lark | G |
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| Jist let me tell yeh 'ow it come about | F |
| The things that I've been thro' 'ud fill a book | G |
| Right frum me birf Fate played to knock me out | F |
| The 'and that I 'ad dealt to me was crook | G |
| Then comes Doreen an' patches up me parst | F |
| Now Forchin's come to bunk wiv me at larst | F |
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| First orf one night poor Mar gits suddin fits | F |
| An' floats wivout the time to wave 'good byes ' | - |
| Doreen is orl broke up the day she flits | F |
| It tears me 'eart in two the way she cries | F |
| To see 'er grief it almost made me glad | F |
| I never knowed the mar I must 'ave 'ad | F |
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| We done poor Muvver proud when she went out | F |
| A slap up send orf trimmed wiv tears an' crape | M |
| An' then fer weeks Doreen she mopes about | F |
| An' life takes on a gloomy sorter shape | M |
| I watch 'er face git pale 'er eyes grow dim | C |
| Till like some 'airy angel comes ole Jim | C |
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| A cherub togged in sunburn an' a beard | F |
| An' duds that shouted ''Ayseed ' fer a mile | K |
| Care took the count the minute 'e appeared | F |
| An' sorrer shrivelled up before 'is smile | K |
| 'E got the 'ammer lock on my good will | K |
| The minute that 'e sez 'So this is Bill ' | - |
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| It's got me beat Doreen's late Par some way | F |
| Was second cousin to 'is bruvver's wife | N |
| Somethin' like that In less than 'arf a day | F |
| It seemed 'e'd been my uncle orl me life | N |
| 'E takes me 'and 'I dunno 'ow it is ' | - |
| 'E sez 'but lad I likes that ugly phiz ' | - |
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| An' when 'e'd stayed wiv us a little while | K |
| The 'ouse begun to look like 'ome once more | O |
| Doreen she brightens up beneath 'is smile | K |
| An' 'ugs 'im till I kids I'm gettin' sore | O |
| Then late one night 'e opens up 'is scheme | C |
| An' passes me wot looks like some fond dream | C |
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| 'E 'as a little fruit farm doin' well | K |
| 'E saved a tidy bit to see 'im thro' | O |
| 'E's gittin' old fer toil an' wants a spell | K |
| An' 'ere's a 'ome jist waitin' fer us two | P |
| 'It's 'ers an' yours fer keeps when I am gone ' | - |
| Sez Uncle Jim 'Lad will yeh take it on ' | - |
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| So that's the strength of it An' 'ere's me now | Q |
| A flamin' berry farmer full o' toil | K |
| Playin' joo jitsoo wiv an' 'orse an' plough | Q |
| An' coaxin' fancy tucker frum the soil | K |
| An' longin' while I wrestles with the rake | G |
| Fer days when me poor back fergits to ache | G |
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| Me days an' nights is full of schemes an' plans | F |
| To figger profits an' cut out the loss | F |
| An' when the pickin's on I 'ave me 'an's | F |
| To take me orders while I act the boss | F |
| It's sorter sweet to 'ave the right to rouse | F |
| An' my Doreen's the lady of the 'ouse | F |
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| To see 'er bustlin' 'round about the place | F |
| Full of the simple joy o' doin' things | F |
| That thoughtful 'appy look upon 'er face | F |
| That 'ope an' peace an' pride o' labour brings | F |
| Is worth the crowd of joys I knoo one time | C |
| An' makes regrettin' 'em seem like a crime | C |
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| An' ev'ry little while ole Uncle Jim | C |
| Comes up to stay a bit an' pass a tip | M |
| It gives us 'eart jist fer to look at 'im | C |
| An' feel the friendship in 'is warm 'and grip | M |
| 'Im wiv the sunburn on 'is kind ole dile | K |
| 'Im wiv the sunbeams in 'is sweet ole smile | K |
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| 'I got no time fer wasters lad ' sez 'e | A |
| 'But that there ugly mug o' yourn I trust ' | - |
| An' so I reckon that it's up to me | C |
| To make a bloomin' do of it or bust | F |
| I got to take the back ache wiv the rest | F |
| An' plug along an' do me little best | F |
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| Luck ain't no steady visitor I know | R |
| But now an' then it calls fer look at me | C |
| You wouldn't take me 'bout a year ago | R |
| Free gratis wiv a shillin' pound o' tea | C |
| Then in a blessed leap ole Forchin lands | F |
| A missus an' a farm fair in me 'ands | F |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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